Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.